Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

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Wilson’s low, husky voice was full of seduction as he whispered, “Come on, baby. Let’s play.”

Yvette’s delicate ears were already flushed bright red. She was about to remove herself from his lap when he tightened his grip around her slender waist.

“Damn! Yvie, is your Internet acting up again? Why are you frozen in place?”

Jasper’s voice grew more frantic as he didn’t receive a response from Yvete.

“Yvie, don’t tell me you’re actually gone? Oh no, Yvie, don’t disconnect… This is my chance to climb the rankings… I need you as my support, how can I survive without you?

“Yvie, you can’t just leave me like this…”

But Yvette didn’t hear a word of Jasper’s ranting. Wilson had completely captivated her, and the phone slipped from her hand.

Wilson’s large hands gripped Yvette’s waist tightly. The kiss was a whirlwind, yet beneath the storm was a gentle caress.

Their lips met in a heated embrace, yet he craved more and delved deeper into the kiss.

As Yvette moaned, the lust in his captivating eyes grew even more intense with desire. His rationality began to slip. His hands, still gripping Yvette’s waist, started to wander.

The atmosphere in the car was thick with tension. Just as things were getting out of hand, the phone suddenly rang, shattering the intimate mood.

Yvette came to her senses and pushed Wilson away. Then, she picked up the phone from the floor and

answered the call.

“Yvie, because you went AFK, we got crushed.” Jasper’s hysterical shriek filled her ear as soon as the call went through.

“I was trying to rank up!”

Jasper was about to complain further when Wilson snapped, “Get lost!”

The wailing on the other end of the line stopped abruptly.

“Oh shit. Wilson, are you with Yvie?”

Jasper felt a sudden chill and quickly said, “I’ll hang up right away, I won’t disturb you-”

Wilson cut him off mid–sentence, ending the call with a cold expression.

Despite the barrier between them, Samuel could sense the chill radiating from Wilson. Taking a deep breath, he began to say, “Mr. Quinn, Ms. Yvette, we’ve arrived.”

“Okay, got it.” Yvette nodded and was the first to get out of the car.

“Yvie!”

The moment he saw her, Adam rushed over to greet her. But when he noticed her flushed cheeks, he asked in confusion, “Yvie, why is your face so red? Why do your lips look a bit swollen too?”

Adam had spent years in the military, surrounded by men. He had no experience with women, so he didn’t think of anything else.

Hearing Adam’s questions, Yvette’s ears grew even redder. But before she could respond, Yara rushed This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

out and swept her into a tight hug.

“My precious daughter is back!”

Yara hugged Yvette for a while before noticing Wilson standing beside her. She immediately welcomed him warmly.

“Oh, Wilson’s here too! Come on in, make yourself at home!”

“Thank you, Mrs. Murray.”

Wilson smiled politely, his demeanor respectful and courteous. Every move was the calculated kind that was intended to impress.

“Wilson, we appreciate all the gifts. But please don’t send any more, we’re running out of space!”

Wilson showered Yara with a constant stream of lavish gifts. He would bring something new and unique each day. One day, it was pricey beauty and health supplements; the next, it was expensive jewelry. Her handsome and attentive son–in–law grew on her with each day.

Adam was getting pretty annoyed about being left out. With the way Yara was acting, one would think Wilson was the Murrays‘ long–lost son.